In childhood I learned to laugh fully.
Joy and sadness come quite naturally.
But I was taught
that crying was not something I should do,
I’m not sure if it was a male thing,
an American thing or
a family thing.
I do not forgive whomever is to be blamed
for this habit of our society
that teaches young men
that weeping is not allowed.
Last night I cried in my dreams.
I cried so hard that it woke me.
It was a deep soul cleansing relief of a cry.
It felt good.
What’s odd to me is that
it’s only real for me in my dreams.